"Trouble? What trouble?"
For something so big to happen, naturally Master Yan knew of it. He tossed the cage with the bird he was teasing under the veranda to a servant boy as he stared at his reporting subordinate.
"Curing one Dali Haiping is proof that she can vanish ills with medicine and return spring with miraculous skills?"
The servant was visibly disturbed.
"But Dali Haiping’s illness was really cured," he said. "Miss Jun’s skills…"
Master Yan scoffed.
"Someone was cured? That wasn’t skill, that was the hard work of money," he said while frowning at his subordinates. "Are you stupid? That Dali Haiping is a poor devil; could he have seen a good doctor? Could he have eaten good medicine?"
The servants were struck with sudden realization.
"A serious injury needs to be treated well," said one person. "Where would a poor man like Dali Haiping get money."
